Blooms

     

 

All of these appeared over night.  They’ve been looking like they’re ready to burst for days now.  I think I might zoom them in a little closer, crop them and frame them.  They’d make lovely pictures in my powder room.

Have a good weekend all .

Latest project

  Here’s a pair of scrubs my sister was throwing away.  I had an idea.

 

Now the desicion is ……..  which one looks cuter?

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I will say I am the very difinition of beginner so I’m quite tickled that I even got this far.  Now for the hard part—-  the zipper.  Wish me luck, I don’t want it to end here- lol.

Blogroll Update

Hey all,

It’s been forever since I updated my blogroll so…….  if you read here and you see you’re not on my blogroll, please leave me a comment linking to your place so I can add you to my blogroll.  I’d love to be able to stop by your place and comment. 

 

Sweet hearts

I was going through all my pictures last night, reminiscing of when Cooper was a baby. Trying to remember as much as I could from when he was a baby.  I found this picture and thought I’d post it.  Irishpisky wrote an entry that I read yesterday about a bird hanging around while he was out in his garden. These guys seem to come around whenever we’re outside and hang out in the branches above where we are. Here they’re enjoying some dinner. I thought this was such a great picture to be able to get as it’s a male and female eating at the same time.  You’d swear they were almost posing, making sure I got their good sides ;).

Dad

 

On Sunday, we went to the cemetary to visit my dad’s grave.  Cooper got out and was playing with his dinky car all over his stone.  He was making up a story of where the car was going and just chitter chattering the whole time while I sat there silent , talking to my dad quietly in my head. There was something so comforting about watching Cooper play all over his stone. Almost like he was playing with him the way he would if he were still here.  Made me wonder if dad’s spirit could feel or see us there. See how big the boys are getting. My boys were the boys he never had.  He had wanted to try for a boy but my mom said she was done after 2.  He was the only male in a house with 3 women.  Poor guy- lol.

As I sat there thinking about him,  I found I  wasn’t thinking of memories of the past with him but instead thinking of how much life has gone on without him.  We’ve done the first year. All birthdays, occasions and celebrations with only his spirit with us. I thought of what he would be saying, what he would be doing, how he’d be taking the boys to the park and teaching Cooper how to throw a ball were he still alive.  I could hear him now laughing at Carter’s busyness and spite.  How Cooper would follow him around the house while he would explain and show him things that I don’t.  I thought of how he smelled and how he walked and what he looked like.  I thought of how much he loved Cooper and how excited he was to do things with him and have a little boy around and that Cooper will never feel that love from him.  That’s the part that saddens me the most now.  Not that I have to live without him but that my boys will never know the amazing grandfather he would have been to them. 

This song reminds me of him:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lR33AyciWbc

Sorry for the link but I’m not sure how to directly link videos here yet……

 

 

Fixed

Yesterday we got rained on. And I mean RAINED on. Thunderstorms all afternoon, high, gusty winds, hail – the whole lot.  Today when we were playing outside, Cooper noticed a plant that I had to pot with a broken stem. He insisted we “give it a home, some medicine and some water”. So that we did. We potted it, tied the stem to a stick with Cooper’s decorative pipe cleaners and gave it some water.  Voila!  Hopefully we saved it in time for that lovely big, bloom to still bloom.

Picture post

This first one is Carter’s first time in the sprinler. He LOVED it. Cooper isn’t a fan of getting wet with cold water so he was playing where he couldn’t get wet. I’m with him on the getting wet thing.  The second and third picture is my bouqet of wild flowers that I picked yesterday from my garden.  i think it’s quite lovely but don’t ask me the names of any of the flowers .

 

  I think is one of the cutest pictures!  They had just finished painting and were covered in it!!  This is the clean up.

 

 This is Cooper’s new hair cut.  We take him to a kids place that offer spray color when they’re finished. He chose red.  He was also having a competition with Carter for who could get more covered with yoghurt.

 

 

To all the dads

A loner post to follow but for now, Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there .  Hope you all have a great day!

Beyond me

I watched this show last night where 2 families swap mothers for a week (or maybe 2).  To make it good and interesting they usually take 2 completely different families. Last night was a Jewish mom swapping with a “true American” mom.  The “true American” mom had a hard time with having to eat only kosher food. She couldn’t find anything that she normally cooked and thought the hebrew labels on everything was weird.  Back to the other family, they were taking the Jewish mom on a “‘coon hunt” in the middle of the night.  This is the part that is beyond me-  they take their hunting dog out to the forest, wait for him to find a raccoon and run it up a tree. Then they go to it, shake the raccoon out of the tree, let the dog kill it and call it a night.  Good hunt, let’s go home and have a good nights sleep.   ?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!!?  

Why? Why? Why?  Why is it that people hunt just for the kill?  Not to eat, not to use the fur, nothing. Let’s just go in the forest, find some poor raccoon, kill it, leave it there and go home. Job done.  I don’t get it at all!!!

Any hunters out there who can explain?

Evil virus

Roseola!  That’s what has made Cooper have a symptomless fever of 104 for 4 days which broke this morning only to end with splotchy red spots.  What a weekend, I tell ya. 

I saw a pediatrician this morning that I will be placing a HUGE complaint about. I’ve never had such a rude doctor in my life. Never mind the fact that he was  a pediatrician. You’d think he’d have better bed side manners than most when dealing with kids.  He was so unbelievably rude, barely looked at Cooper and misdiagnosed him with an ear infection.  Now that we know it’s roseola, it’s prety clear that all his symptoms or lack there of pointed to it.  A pediatrician should be the first person to catch that never mind his rudeness. I’m still seething over the visit from this morning and I can’t say that by end of day, a call won’t be going to hs office about how crap he is.  Arg! 

Now…… off to find where I place my complaint.